Thursday, October 20, 2005

I am Woman! Watch me flex...

Doing my part to embody the feminist I want to be, I work out...okay I also work out because I like the idea that even though I may not look it I am capable of tossing lesser beings over my shoulder and into the dirt.

I get up at the absolute butt crack of dawn (read 5:30am) and drag on my workout gear (lots of pink!) and hit my local gym, where I proceed to lift and flex and squat my way into a better more fit me.

Its really fun watching the business geeks who haven't a clue as to which end is up on a Smythe rack as they chat with their other coworkers about the latest office gossip or what stock to buy or what rate they're getting on the mortgage. For me, its about the clang of metal on metal...

However, recently, my domain has been invaded by NotSkippy who has decided that he needs to make a more concerted effort to get into shape and so he joins me here and is beginning to do his thing *snort*.

The really humorous part of this is that I could probably toss NotSkippy over my shoulder and run around with him for a while before I broke a sweat.